Although it has been over 8months since I have first set foot in Sydney, it seems like yesterday, that I have just arrived to this large city full of night lights and night life, which I haven't yet come to adjust to. I think it was the initial bad impression of Sydney, that makes me want to head back to Melbourne- where every thing seems so familar and everyone seems so much nicer.
My jouney to Sydney was made set, when I have recieved the letter from Victoria Tertiary Admission Centre(also know as VTAC). Although it was not an impressive result, as I have suspected a much higher result, I was fortunate to have been offered a place in Sydney. Pleased being offered, I am more than willing to start something new in a new city that gives me more hope and opportunity then that of what I have asked for. At the time of the day when I have made up my mind, I booked a return ticket and reserved a 2-day hotel in Chippendale, Sydney and went on the plane the next day at seven(because the early tickets were cheaper), and straight to Sydney, which I have suspected to be pleasant and nice journey, but turns out I was wrong.
My flight to Sydney was an urgent one, mainly because I have an international flight home to catch within 2days, so quick that before I leave, I have to make sure that I would be able to apply for the university right away. After a restless night and an early morning flight for 1.15 hrs, I was really exhausted, that I would rather collapse on the bed then to do anything that day. My conscience made me stay awake.It was a bit of a tumble trying to find the hotel I was about to stay, but no later than 30min-ride on the Taxi under pouring rain and heavy traffic, I have safely arrived to my destination.
It was from that point onwards that my life had made a significant turn to its worse. The blonde receptionist(a man of his thirties), who was suppose to inform the cleaners to clean the room before I arrive had failed to do so. He told me that it would be a good half an hour until I could move in my hand lugagges (with the tone of pride), which I was most reluctant to do, so I asked him whether the room it's possible if the cleaners could do my room first, which he said it wouldn't happen, so I was again reluctant to be leave my luggages behind in order to get some breakfast from the nearby coffee shops. (biscuits and drinks are to be bought on the plane if required)
The weather, as I have mentioned, was bad, real bad that you couldn't tell where the Sun was. It was near 10am when my room was cleaned, and I was given only ONE swipe card...(p.s. everything seems wrong in that place...the ppl...the service...everything).......(to be continued)
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